Yesterday, I couldn't contain my emotions seeing on TV (again) the senseless killings of innocent lives in my native land, Mindanao (dubbed as the Land of Promise before). When my Tennis Coach texted me that we'll play at 5 PM, I begged off.
I desperately needed to run yesterday to shake off the hurts and pains that were bottling up in my chest.
I walked from our house to the park, in preparation for my 5.5k run--my first attempt ever.
Maybe due to my unstable emotional state, I wanted to run for as long as I can. But if I run at my normal pace, I would definitely exceed the 5.5k mark--something I want to avoid because I wanted to stick to the 10% Rule (you only increase your distance by 10% each week if your goal is to be injury-free).
Putting everything in perspective, I decided to run as slow as I can and stop when I reach 5.5k.
And I did it! I was able to run 5.5k for the first time. And I was able to run for 52 minutes straight without walking, also for the first time.
I can't wait for next week, when I will run 6.05k for the first time . . .
